#weems

“Breed me!” Y/N screamed, her voice ragged, desperate, breaking through the rhythm of slapping flesh and wood.

Larissa froze, her hips stuttering mid thrust, her cock buried deep inside her wife’s slick, clutching cunt. The words hung in the air, thick and shocking, more potent than any orgasm. She leaned forward, pressing her sweat slicked chest against Y/N’s trembling back, her lips finding the hot skin of Y/N’s shoulder. “Say it again” Larissa whispered, her voice a low, hungry rasp.

“Breed me, Larissa. Fill me up. I want it. I want your fucking cum inside me” Y/N panted, twisting her head to try and meet Larissa’s eyes. Her face was flushed, tear streaked, lips parted in a gasp. “Please.”

A wave of possessive, triumphant love surged through Larissa, so intense it made her own cock twitch and swell within Y/N’s tightness. This was it. The moment. All the subtle hints, the pointed magazines, the baby clothes, videos, they had woven this need into Y/N’s subconscious until it burst forth raw and real. Larissa’s mind flashed back to the start of it all, to the dream that had ignited this relentless campaign.

***

A stupid dream, vivid and visceral.

Larissa had dreamed of fucking Y/N on this very desk. Y/N bent over, Larissa’s thick cock pistoning into her, the sound wet and obscene. In the dream, Larissa had watched her own cum, thick and pearly white, flood Y/N’s pussy until it overflowed, leaking down her thighs in sticky streams. She dreamed of a subtle, beautiful swell low on Y/N’s belly, a tiny curve that promised their future. The dream ended with Larissa’s lips against Y/N’s ear, whispering, “You’re so full of me. It’s perfect.”

She woke up hard. Her cock was a stiff, aching weight against her stomach, the sheets damp with her own pre cum. The need was physical, a throbbing imperative in her veins. Y/N slept beside her, peaceful, her back turned. Larissa had waited months after their conversation, after Y/N’s gentle “Let’s wait another year, love.” But that morning, the waiting felt like a cage.

So Larissa started her campaign.

It was subtle. While grocery shopping, she’d linger by the infant aisle. “Look at these tiny socks” she’d murmur, holding up a pair littered with cartoon ducks. “So fucking cute.” She’d leave a parenting magazine, opened to an article about nursery designs, on Y/N’s bedside table. She’d queue up videos of laughing babies on her tablet and play them while Y/N cooked dinner, the joyful squeals a constant soundtrack. She never pushed, never demanded. She just… pointed. Let the imagery seep in. Let the idea of a family, of her seed taking root inside Y/N, become a constant, tantalizing ghost in their home.

And Y/N responded. Not with words, but with a slow burning heat. Her kisses became longer, hungrier. She’d press herself against Larissa in the kitchen, her hips rocking subtly. She started wearing Larissa’s favorite lingerie. The black lace set that framed her cunt so perfectly. The resistance was melting.

Then came this afternoon.

Y/N had come into Larissa’s office, a homey space with a large, sturdy desk. Larissa was working, but her eyes tracked Y/N’s every move. Y/N wore a simple sundress, the thin cotton hugging her curves. She leaned over the desk to hand Larissa a cup of coffee, and the dress rode up, revealing the soft swell of her ass, the shadow between her thighs.

Larissa barely even saw anything, but her control snapped.

She stood up, her chair scraping back. Her hands went to Y/N’s hips, turning her, guiding her. “Over the desk” Larissa commanded, her voice dropping to a growl. Y/N’s eyes widened, but a spark of raw excitement ignited within them. She obeyed, bending forward, her palms flat on the polished wood, her ass presented, the dress pooling around her waist.

Larissa didn’t bother with underwear. She yanked Y/N’s panties down, just below her ass cheeks, a strip of white cotton now stretched taut between her thighs. Larissa’s own pants were pushed down, her cock springing free, already leaking, the tip glistening. She positioned herself, one hand spreading Y/N’s cunt lips, the other guiding her cock to the entrance.

The first thrust was brutal, a single, deep conquest that buried Larissa to the root. Y/N cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that morphed into a long, trembling moan. Larissa held there, savoring the incredible heat, the wet, velvety clasp around her shaft. Then she began to move.

***

Now, here, Y/N’s plea hung in the air.

Larissa didn’t need to hear it again. The permission, the desire, was a key turning in a lock deep inside her. All the restrained longing, the patient plotting, exploded into pure, focused action.

She pulled her cock almost all the way out, watching Y/N’s slick folds cling to her shaft, then drove back in with a force that made the desk shudder. “You’re gonna get it” Larissa snarled, her hips setting a punishing, rapid pace. “Every fucking drop.”

Y/N’s moans lost all coherence. They became a continuous, over the top stream of sound. High, desperate whines mixed with guttural, pleasured cries. Her body bucked against each thrust, her ass slapping back into Larissa’s pelvis. Larissa’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, anchoring her. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, the creak of the desk, and Y/N’s vocal surrender.

Larissa leaned down, her mouth finding Y/N’s ear again. Her lips brushed the shell, then her teeth found the tender lobe. She bit, not hard, but a gentle biting, a playful, possessive nip that sent a jolt through Y/N’s body. Y/N shuddered, her moan climbing another octave. “You feel so fucking ready for me” Larissa whispered, a whispered confession of her own obsession. “Your cunt is so wet, so open. It’s fucking begging for my seed.”

“It is” Y/N gasped, her head rolling side to side on the desk. “It’s begging. Please, Larissa, fill me. Breed me.”

Larissa’s thrusts became deeper, slower, but more insistent. She was aiming now, each drive seeking a specific, tender spot deep within Y/N. She watched Y/N’s back arch, her spine curving into a beautiful, tense bow. Larissa could feel the changes inside her wife the internal muscles beginning to flutter, the slickness increasing to a gushing flood. Y/N was climbing, fast.

“Look at me” Larissa commanded, her voice rough.

Y/N twisted her neck, straining to meet Larissa’s gaze. Their eyes locked. Y/N’s wide, dark, and pleading. Larissa’s fierce, loving, and intent. Larissa kept pounding into her, maintaining that visual tether as Y/N’s body began to convulse.

The orgasm hit Y/N like a tidal wave. It wasn’t a single peak. It was a rolling, overwhelming series of peaks. A orgasm that made her inner muscles clamp down on Larissa’s cock in rapid, brutal pulses. Larissa felt each contraction, a milking, rhythmic squeeze that threatened to pull her own climax from her. Y/N’s mouth opened in a silent scream, then a ragged, sobbing cry tore out. Her body shook, her legs trembling, her fingers scrambling against the wood of the desk. Fluid, a clear slick rush gushed out around Larissa’s cock, soaking her thighs and the desk below. A sign of total, overwhelming release.

Larissa didn’t stop. She kept fucking her, through the contractions, through the aftershocks. Y/N’s moans became weak, blissful hums, her body lax and receptive. “Good girl” Larissa murmured. “Take it. Take all of it.”

Larissa’s own climax was a building tsunami. She felt her balls draw up tight, a heavy, aching pressure. The need to empty herself into Y/N’s womb was an animal imperative. She slowed her thrusts, now just shallow, grinding rocks, keeping her cock as deep as possible. Her fingers tightened on Y/N’s hips.

“I’m gonna cum” Larissa growled. “I’m gonna fucking flood you.”

Y/N whimpered, a sound of pure anticipation. “Do it. Fill me up.”

Larissa’s body tensed. A sharp, electric pulse shot up her spine. Then the release.

The first surge of cum was immense. It wasn’t a spurt, it was a gush. Larissa felt her cock convulse, and a hot, thick torrent erupted deep into Y/N’s cunt. Y/N gasped, her body arching again as the sudden, warm flood hit her deepest parts. Larissa groaned, long and low, as the pleasure ripped through her. She kept pulsing, kept emptying. The cum kept coming, an excessive volume that felt endless. She fucked her through it, pushing each new wave deeper.

When the first climax subsided, Larissa was still hard, still buried inside Y/N’s cum filled cunt. She could feel the wet warmth around her shaft, the incredible slickness. She pulled out slightly, watching a thick, white stream of her cum leak from Y/N’s stretched entrance and dribble down her thigh. The sight was utterly intoxicating.

“Again” Larissa whispered, her voice hoarse with need. She pushed back in, the mixture of her cum and Y/N’s fluids making the penetration obscenely smooth.

Y/N was in a state of orgasm overload. Her senses were flooded, her body pliant. She simply moaned, a soft, welcoming sound.

Larissa fucked her with renewed vigor, chasing her second release. This one came quicker, spurred by the sight of her own cum leaking from her wife, by the feeling of Y/N’s cum slicked walls around her. The second orgasm was another massive eruption, adding to the pool already inside Y/N. Larissa felt a subtle distension, a slight pressure change in Y/N’s belly against her own. She was filling her up, stretching her inner space with her seed.

Y/N’s breathing was shallow, her eyes closed, a smile of utterly debauched satisfaction on her lips.

Larissa pulled out once more, just to see. Her cum overflowed from Y/N’s pussy in a thick, continuous drip, pooling on the desk beneath them. Larissa’s cock, slick and glistening with their mixed fluids, twitched in the air. She was still not done. The breeding urge, was a fire in her blood.

She pushed back in, a third time. This final fuck was slower, more sensual. She kissed Y/N’s back, licked the sweat from her spine, whispered how beautiful she was, how perfect she looked full of Larissa’s cum. Y/N responded with soft, murmured words of love, of need

Larissa’s third orgasm was a deep, satisfying completion. It wasn’t as voluminous as the first two, but it was a final, claiming seal. She emptied the last of her seed into Y/N, grinding deep as she did, ensuring it went as far as it could.

Finally, she stopped, resting her weight against Y/N, both of them panting, slick, utterly joined. Larissa’s cock remained inside, softening slowly in the heat of Y/N’s cum filled cunt. She wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist, holding her close.

“Look at you” Larissa whispered, her lips against Y/N’s ear. “So fucking full of me. My cum is in your womb now. It’s gonna find its way. You’re gonna swell with our baby.”

Y/N turned her head, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss. It was deep, tired, and infinitely loving. “I want it” she whispered back. “I want to see my belly grow with your child.”

They stayed like that for long minutes, Larissa occasionally flexing her hips gently, feeling the slosh of her seed inside Y/N, watching more of it seep out in a lazy, thick trickle.

Eventually, Larissa pulled out, her cock leaving Y/N’s stretched, dripping entrance with a soft, wet pop. Y/N straightened slowly, her legs shaky. Larissa helped her turn, sitting her on the edge of the desk. Larissa knelt before her, her eyes fixed on Y/N’s cunt.

It was a breathtaking sight. Y/N’s lips were parted, glistening, swollen. Larissa’s cum still leaked from her in a steady, creamy flow. There was a subtle, beautiful bulge low on Y/N’s abdomen, a soft rounding that spoke of the immense volume inside her. Larissa reached out, her fingers gently tracing the curve. “See?” she murmured. “You’re already carrying me inside you.”

Y/N looked down, her own hand coming to rest over Larissa’s. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.

***

Larissa’s vampiric tendencies tend to get the better of her when it comes to you, specifically. She simply cannot get enough of how you taste, how your heart races like the wingbeat of a bird trapped in your ribcage. Rabbits and the mice that scurry in the dark deep corridors of Nevermore are never enough to satiate her hunger for you. You allow her to be messy, to take. She can lose the control she so carefully masquerades with when she’s with you, especially when she’s got you in her clutches.

She’d hold you gently while she bites you, moaning at the taste of your blood, licking away every drop like you’re a precious, fragile morsel. She’d wipe her bottom lip with her thumb and kiss you after, and you can taste the metallic sanguine residue on her tongue… “you did so good, you always do.”

Larissa is good at concealing what she wants from you at times despite her needs. You won’t know she needs her fix until she needs it and you are helpless lying in her arms as she bites. She is not cruel, no, not at all. In fact she asks, always asks, always to get that satisfying yes from you. The love is mutual; she loves to take, and oh, are you eager to give.

She’d praise you after every bite… soothing coos after the sting of her teeth penetrate your skin. “Such a good girl, always my good girl”… until one day she doesn’t praise. She doesn’t wait, and it’s some sort of feeding frenzy, her eyes seem to almost glow a soft gray hue and in the darkness you can’t help but come closer, until she grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you in. She doesn’t waste any time, her tongue searches longingly for the spot on your neck that pulses the strongest before her fangs plunge deep into your throat. She’s frantic, fangs aching with a biting need as she holds you. And when you try to push her away she’s not quite done with you… she’s never done with you. Not her special girl.

As the day wore on things continued to fail you. Your door seemed to be in a constant state of motion, people coming and going constantly. By lunch time you couldn’t help but be emotionally and mentally exhausted from the day, so many students had been sent to you the most ridiculous things. It still blows your mind that a student, just a year shy from graduating, decided it would be a brilliant idea to throw a chair in bounty class. Affectingly smashing a greenhouse window and causing unnecessary chaos. Releasing a small sigh was all you could do before flying into action. Only it didn’t end there, when you weren’t teaching you were helping other classes with behaviour management. You hardly had time to teach let alone just stop and take a breather.

Teaching is hard, you knew that. Teaching outcasts? Even harder. You love the students of Nevermore but sometimes you just wish it would all slow down. The chaos, time and workload was often overwhelming you, leaving you wanting to rip strands of hair from your head. Yet all it takes is one break through, one student you’ve helped make a difference to that reminds you why you do what you do. Why you sacrifice so much of yourself, every day.

What seemed like an eternity later, you finally managed to drag yourself to your wife’s office. Every step was slow and calculated like a person who was carefully gluing themselves together piece by piece. Your bag full of papers to be marked hung over your shoulder as if it weighed a ton. Entering Larissa’s office you instantly felt the pull to the fireplace, the way it casted such a beautiful glow around the room, reflecting off the dark mahogany wooded furniture. Walking silently towards the couch near the fireplace it was if you fell into a trance. The tiny crackles it released as the wood burned steadily, releasing the earthy aroma to be enjoyed as you watched the flames engage in their relentless pursuit of cat and mouse game. Sitting in front of the fireplace allowed the fire to envelop you in its own warm embrace, providing you with a sense of peace warmth and a soothing atmosphere you enjoy for hours to come.

The constant flickering of the flames were enough to keep you interested as you watched them dance. Chasing yet never quite reaching the end goal. In a way you couldn’t help but relate to the flames today. No matter how hard you’d tried to catch up and make the day better for yourself something would weigh you down once more. Never quite reaching the desired end goal. Like a flame there was only so much you could handle before coming burnt out. Truthfully, you have no idea how long you stayed entertained by the fire, stuck in the depths of your own mind but at some point you allowed your gaze to wonder. Larissa’s office is stunning, tall mirrors that span the length of the ceiling, some carefully placed mirrors around the room also. Her desk in the centre of the room while a door joined the office to your shared quarters. Not forgetting her huge beautiful doors that you’d entered however long ago, all neatly furnished with gold fixings. Elegant yet simplistic in the most beautiful way.

Larissa was mid way through another meeting in her day when you entered. At first glance, everything seemed fine. It wasn’t until she payed closer attention to you as the alumni meeting droned on. The way you hung your head towards the ground ever so slightly, the fact you seemed almost drawn into yourself. Smaller. A few loose messy strands of your hair so evidently out of place alongside the way you seemed to stare down the fire place as if you desired to see into the depths of its soul. Now Larissa was no mind reader but she knew her wife like the back of her hand. You needed her. But in what capacity? All she could do is feign paying attention to the meeting and observe you closer.

Finally the meeting was over allowing the shifter to snap the laptop shut and stretch out her stiff back muscles with a pleased hum. It took less than a minute to stride over to where you sat. Crouching down effortlessly in front of you and taking a quick glance as your face that was being bathed in a golden hue showed her what she already suspected. Your almost vacant looking irises were the final clue to what you needed from her. It was her smooth hand that cupped your cheek gently that snapped your attention to her. “Hi” you murmured so quietly she almost missed it.

“Hello darling, how’s my girl doing?” She made sure to speak softly, her words being soaked in the love she had for you. The way she noticed your eyes took a watery sheen to them made her heart clench more than the lazy hum she got in response. “I’m here for you sweetheart. You do know that yes?” Larissa tried again only to receive a small nod and sweet light mumble in response. Her soothing movements of gently stroking your cheek never sized even as she gently guided you to face her, “My poor baby, do you need mommy to help you tonight hmm?”

Big doe eyes shining with unshed tears from the tough day met Larissa’s ocean blue irises, her wife’s lower lip trembled ever so slightly that if she as much as blinked she’d miss it. Larissa could almost see the cogs in your brain turning, trying to formulate a reply before you dropped eye contact and settled for a nod accompanied by a whimpered “yes please mommy.” In that moment, Larissa couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love she held for you. The way you almost seemed ashamed by needing her comfort, her love, broke her heart and gave her a vital bit of information. Today was a bad day for your mental health. You’d have all of her no matter what and on the good days you were good at remembering, needing love, comfort and support deserves no shame. You didn’t deserve to battle alone and she would do anything to support you through it.

“Such a sweet girl, mommy is here for you baby” the shifter murmured moving to stand to her full height, left hand extended to you in a silent request. Almost instinctively you took her hand and allowed the older woman to lead you to her desk chair. “Mommy?” Your confused plea caused Larissa to smile soothingly at you. “It’s okay sweet girl, mommy’s gonna sit in her chair, and you can sit on my lap yeah? I know how much my baby loves her snuggles.” As graceful as ever the blonde made quick work of settling both of you into the chair, you straddling her thighs comfortably, facing your wife as she cupped your cheeks. Her thumb trailing over your plump bottom lip, in which you instinctively swiped into your lips with ease and began to suckle lightly. “Pretty girl, anything you need from mommy, you just take it okay?”

“More” you muttered around her thumb, eyes holding a slightly glassy tint to them. It was so quiet Larissa almost missed it but the vibrations against her thumb gave your plea away. The way you were almost pawing at her chest couldn’t have been a clear indication to what you were seeking. “Mommy please” you whined helplessly trying to find the words to articulate your requests but each attempt came out muffled and not making much sense. Your words seemed to blur together only adding to the frustration you could feel bubbling away within you. “Hush darling, mommy knows just what her special girl needs. But you have to stand up for me hmm?”

As if you were a china doll, Larissa gently moved you from her lap to stand by her desk. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth your eyes tracked every movement she made with a curiosity that seemed almost child like. Larissa made quick work of unbuttoning the buttons of her dress to free her breasts that were still cradled in her sapphire lace bra. You were entranced as she skillfully slipped the clasp free and lost the bra, her pert nipples standing to attention due to the change in temperature. A soft whine filled the room before you even realised that it occurred from yourself. Your gaze locked on her chest with a laser focus. So laser focused in fact you missed Larissa skilfully shifted her anatomy with a practiced ease. A simple tap to your hip refocused your fuzzy brain, “come and sit on mommy’s lap baby. Gonna be a good girl for me yes?”

It took a few seconds for the command to settle within you but you soon found yourself taking your rightful place on her lap, hovering over the newly shifted anatomy that was creating a tent in the principals dress. “Mommy” you blinked to gather your thoughts, “want it.” Simply lifting your hips enough to allow Larissa to strip you of your own underwear before helping you settle once again on her lap, this time her cock nudged against your soaked slit. “Are you sure you want this darling?” Her concern was touching and if you were in a clearer mindset you would’ve found it adorable. Yet here and now you just whined at her reaching down between your bodies, joining Larissa’s hand to guide her shaft into you. Larissa sank into you easily, your walls accommodating her sheer size with ease. Contented at finally feeling full, connected and loved you let out a happy little sigh as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Doing so good for mommy sweetheart, just let the stress melt away for me like a good girl" she murmured softly as her hand trailed up your spine. The tension seemed to leave your body almost instantly when your mouth made contact with her by flawless soft skin of her breasts. It was as if the simple contact was enough to soothe the troubles of your day and your mind. This wasn’t a new situation in your relationship at all, Larissa had offered to go through the process of inducing the production of milk for you but for now you were content with just being able to be this close. Perhaps in the future you’d take the step together but for now this was more than enough for you.

It was easy to lose track of time when you spent time with your lover like this. The feeling of being full, your inner walls contracting every so often due to how amazing it feels, your slick arousal almost leaking onto her lap with the amount of time she spent in you. Larissa would busy herself with working on her laptop or on occasions softly reading to you. The days she read to you were your favourite, the softness her words held, the way her breath with hitch with every squeeze of her shaft and the pure love she looked down at you with when you shifter to get better access to her chest.

Larissa couldn’t get over how amazing it felt to be snuggly settled in your warm cunt, it was amazing she lasted a few minutes with how good you always managed to make her feel, “be careful baby, else mommy is gonna cum darling.” The fuzziness had well and truly set in for the night, your body responding but hugging her dick tighter as you continued to suckle her, small whines of protest at the idea of this moment being over. Why? Why does something so good only get to last a few minutes? It’s not fair. Your right hand moved up to grip her other boob, a clear plea to not end the moment. “Fuck baby, mommy can’t hold on much more. My good girl just feels that good” Larissa moaned when you accidentally squeezed her breast as well as a strong suckle to the breast in your mouth. It was that combination that had Larissa spilling into you. The way you expertly milked every last drop of her cum and the sensation of her filling you up sent you tumbling into your own pleasure. Your fuzzy mind went blank, your vision blurred yet your suckling still continued as if it were the only thing tethering you to her.

Even when you felt Larissa soften within your walls your contentment never seemed to fade away. “Baby? Let’s get you to bed sweet girl. Mommy needs to clean you up my love” Larissa’s gentle attempt at persuading you to move seemed to fall on deaf ears as you happily suckled surrounded in the cloud of bliss she’d graciously given you. A tap to your hip gained your fuzzy attention, “come on darling, let’s go get all comfortable and warm in bed, mommy won’t leave your side.” With her promise, lots of whining and whimpering as the process of detaching your body from hers and lots of praise, you were snuggling up in bed with the love of your life, this time suckling on her chest with the intention of soothing yourself to sleep. The connection you shared with Larissa Weems was just the purest form of unity you could have ever wished for.